[ He’s not getting any red flag signals to stop, so he keeps going, moving down over one wing towards the join of skin and whatever the hell wings are made of. ]
[ he hisses from between his teeth, trembling with the effort it takes not to flap his wings. if he accidentally hits dean with one of them, it's going to hurt. swans can break bones with their wings, and his are much, much bigger, of course.
dean's fingers draw near the wing-joint, and cas digs the fingers of one hand into his thigh. ]
[ it does. his wing twitches incessantly as dean continues his torture, and castiel leans forward with a groan to press his forehead against the shower wall. he's trying to supress his laughter— but it's difficult, and he mostly fails. ]
[ Dean hasn’t heard Cas laugh in a while. He knows that tickling is
only so fun, but he can tell Cas is holding it in, and so he lets his
fingers trail on, continue for a moment, wanting to drag it out. ]
So just you.
[ His hands find the join of wing and back, pressing into skin,
muscle under fingertips. ]
[ he's holding it in to the best of his ability, but his resolve keeps weakening. dean has clever fingers, and he's always been weak to him.
he doesn't quite yelp when his fingers dig into the base of his wing, but— ]
Ah—! Dean.
[ he yanks his wings in close and whirls around to pull them out of dean's reach, instinct overriding modesty. of course, he can't really hide them, and dean can just reach around, but it's the thought that counts. ]
[ Dean's grinning when they come face to face, but he's also aware they're two naked men (sorta, Cas isn't a man, but he's in a dude body so there's definitely dick involved, there) standing in a shower together.
It's not a big deal, they're just bros being bros. ]
Sorry, sorry. I'll stop. [ He holds his hands up, smile still lighting his face. ] Promise.
[ it has to be acknowledged: although it worked, his choice to turn and face dean was probably a strategic error. he keeps his wings firmly tucked behind his back, one hand stretched out to stop dean from getting any closer, face flusehd and eyes a little wild. this also means dean has a perfect full view of his body, however, and with the shower curtain torn down and lying on the floor, it's no help when it comes to perhaps hiding his sins in shadow.
castiel coughs, awkwardly. ]
It's just— It's just, if my wings hit you, they could hurt you. Doing it from behind isn't safe.
he stiffens (heh) and slaps both hands in front of his crotch when he catches dean looking. as though cas ever would have cared before this very moment. ]
[ He'll refrain from tickling for now, instead carefully giving him a long scrub. Sensuous, not that he realizes what he's doing. It's really intimate, he thinks - definitely a shared moment, cause Dean's never seen Cas' wings and he's pretty sure this is some major trust. ]
[ he's good. but he's breathless for all matter of reasons. his arousal spikes, but where he thinks it might peak and settle it only grows and grows the longer dean has his hands on him. he's so embarrassed he could pop. ]
[ he looks back at dean over his shoulder, red-faced and miserable in a way that isn't truly miserable. there's a softness there— it's funny to him that dean didn't realize. ]
No one's ever touched my wings like this. When they're non-corporeal, they don't need to be groomed. But since the Fall...
[ well, he doesn't want to talk or think about that. but suffice to say, it's different than it used to be. he's more closely attached to this vessel than he was. ]
What I mean to say is, since we don't have a physical body, or genitals, we don't experience arousal in our true forms. I didn't expect this to, uh... Result.
[ He doesn't press that aspect, the Fall. It's sensitive, and Dean's not trying to pick a fight. Cas just...trusted the wrong angel. Dean's trusted the wrong people, too. ]
[ he ruined absolutely everything— but he can only do so much to fix it. he's thankful that dean doesn't drag him over the coals for it, because he's already done that enough himself. ]
It is... strange.
[ he glances back again, but quickly looks away as he rubs the back of his neck. ]
When I was human, it was relentless. The slightest perturbance would— or nothing at all. I've never had this problem as an angel.
Well, us humans sometimes just get like that. Sometimes it's just, y'know. There.
[ Morning wood, all that jazz. It doesn't happen often to Dean anymore, he's grown mostly out of the stick his dick in everything phase, and while he thinks chicks are hot he doesn't really pop a bone while looking at them. You gotta work for that. ]
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[ He’s not getting any red flag signals to stop, so he keeps going, moving down over one wing towards the join of skin and whatever the hell wings are made of. ]
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[ he hisses from between his teeth, trembling with the effort it takes not to flap his wings. if he accidentally hits dean with one of them, it's going to hurt. swans can break bones with their wings, and his are much, much bigger, of course.
dean's fingers draw near the wing-joint, and cas digs the fingers of one hand into his thigh. ]
Ah—!
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Does it?
[ Well now that’s kind of delightful, isn’t it? A ticklish angel. Dean is grinning, briefly paused before continuing, making casual conversation. ]
Are all angels ticklish?
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[ it does. his wing twitches incessantly as dean continues his torture, and castiel leans forward with a groan to press his forehead against the shower wall. he's trying to supress his laughter— but it's difficult, and he mostly fails. ]
N-n-no?
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[ Dean hasn’t heard Cas laugh in a while. He knows that tickling is only so fun, but he can tell Cas is holding it in, and so he lets his fingers trail on, continue for a moment, wanting to drag it out. ]
So just you.
[ His hands find the join of wing and back, pressing into skin, muscle under fingertips. ]
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he doesn't quite yelp when his fingers dig into the base of his wing, but— ]
Ah—! Dean.
[ he yanks his wings in close and whirls around to pull them out of dean's reach, instinct overriding modesty. of course, he can't really hide them, and dean can just reach around, but it's the thought that counts. ]
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It's not a big deal, they're just bros being bros. ]
Sorry, sorry. I'll stop. [ He holds his hands up, smile still lighting his face. ] Promise.
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castiel coughs, awkwardly. ]
It's just— It's just, if my wings hit you, they could hurt you. Doing it from behind isn't safe.
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Ahem. ]
Ah, okay. Makes sense. [ He's chuckling at the last part, though. ] Heh. Do it from behind.
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he stiffens (heh) and slaps both hands in front of his crotch when he catches dean looking. as though cas ever would have cared before this very moment. ]
What?
Is that a reference.
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Uh huh. Pretty sure it's called doggy style.
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[ he has no idea they're talking about sex. ]
Do you... prefer doggy style, Dean?
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...I'm talking about sex, here. And yeah, don't mind it sometimes.
[ casually talking about this face to face with a naked dude who happens to be his bestie. noooo biggie ]
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whatever he was going to stay clearly isn't relevant. ]
Oh.
[ a naked aroused dude. it's an important distinction. ]
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What? He's watched gay porn.
He wets his lips, and clears his throat. ]
D'you wanna finish?
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[ his face flares hot. and then it strikes him what dean means, and he turns around on a dime to hide behind his wings. ]
Yes.
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Okay. Stay still.
[ He'll refrain from tickling for now, instead carefully giving him a long scrub. Sensuous, not that he realizes what he's doing. It's really intimate, he thinks - definitely a shared moment, cause Dean's never seen Cas' wings and he's pretty sure this is some major trust. ]
You good?
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I'm— I'm fine. I just didn't expect—
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[ He grins to himself, running his hands up and down the length, totally non-sexual. ]
Didn't expect you to be, either.
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[ oh, god. ]
D-Dean—!
[ look. he's just gonna come out and say it. ]
You're making me very aroused when you do that!
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Oh, shit-
[ AWKWARD. ]
Sorry, dude. [ He drops his hands with a coughed laugh, cheeks red. ] Sensitive, I guess?
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[ he looks back at dean over his shoulder, red-faced and miserable in a way that isn't truly miserable. there's a softness there— it's funny to him that dean didn't realize. ]
No one's ever touched my wings like this. When they're non-corporeal, they don't need to be groomed. But since the Fall...
[ well, he doesn't want to talk or think about that. but suffice to say, it's different than it used to be. he's more closely attached to this vessel than he was. ]
What I mean to say is, since we don't have a physical body, or genitals, we don't experience arousal in our true forms. I didn't expect this to, uh... Result.
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[ He doesn't press that aspect, the Fall. It's sensitive, and Dean's not trying to pick a fight. Cas just...trusted the wrong angel. Dean's trusted the wrong people, too. ]
Bet it's weird to have a boner all of a sudden.
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It is... strange.
[ he glances back again, but quickly looks away as he rubs the back of his neck. ]
When I was human, it was relentless. The slightest perturbance would— or nothing at all. I've never had this problem as an angel.
[ and now he's looking down at his boner like >:(
why are you doing this to him? ]
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[ Morning wood, all that jazz. It doesn't happen often to Dean anymore, he's grown mostly out of the stick his dick in everything phase, and while he thinks chicks are hot he doesn't really pop a bone while looking at them. You gotta work for that. ]
Don't be embarrassed.
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it got smaller and smaller
cas' dick
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